Black out -
And he became all aware of it.
In delirium,binging on thoughts
Something pinned him down
and put around
A sense of blah...
He doesn't lament
As he had himself,
with a deft stroke of words,
Slaughtered a dream
which was killing from inside.
yet can't deny -
That he feels himself to be rooted out
From his depth of piousness and his dream sublime.
Now, fake promises wait for him at the gate-
and tease him out of his fate...
They follow even to the kitchen. They shout.
They sit on the shelf -
When he cooks , he reads,or he groans.
Nowadays, he skimps-
Sometimes, moseying back to the park
Just at one corner he sits and watch-
Children Playing and elders talk.
( But ponders over things he loved and lost so far...)
He knows it well,
It is a crick in life.
Maybe, a tenacle of some insanity divine.
Maybe, an ebb - a temporarily defaced life!
O these poor translations of what he feels!!
He had read the signpost a long time ago,
Directions vague and ground so low...
But he had not imagined that he would quit
And go divorced even from himself !